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Personal Writing A Schoolyard Lesson     "Get up, sterilize up you have school today," my mother blurted out, as I drop downout of bed. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror Ismiled to myself I k sore today was going to be just fine. My family and I hadjust locomote from Guatemala, and today was to be my counterbalance day at Bel circularizeElementary School. I usu either in ally dont get worried about these situations, sinceIve been done the routine before, besides I tend to make friends prettyeasily. wherefore would today be any different, I told myself.     I finished coppice my teeth and splashing my face, then continued toget dressed. I threw on some Bugle Boy caches, a Polo shirt, and some Nikes.After loose up on my hair I ran into the kitchen and snatched my lunch box stumblethe counter. Soon I was out the door and on to face my commencement exercise day at my newschool.    & nbspAfter defeating the labyrinth of streets that we call our neighborhood,and conflux my first crossing guard I made my way into the school. It was preferably crowded , still I knew where I was headed. I proceeded up the stairs anddown the hall to room 212, where I sat down in the front row. I turned aroundand took a quick pecker at the class scanning the room for someone to talk to.When I saw no opportunities I began to get a bit timid, but as soon as the bellrang I felt all right.     We went through the motions for awhile filling out paper work,introducing ourselves, all the first day stuff. I heard a few kids say theywere new to the area, of which Brian Vedder was the only boy. He wasnt much tolook at, not a lash opera star, or a great ath permite, just a veritable(a) kid.Nonetheless I thought Id like to meet him and talk to him afterwards on in the day.By this time we all were becoming restless, and I definitely knew why. Everyonewas waiting for reces s, the time when kids get to have fun and let it all hangout. After all we didnt have class all summer, and keeping our butts in thosechairs for so long was beginning to hurt.     Lunch turn over around and we knew what that meant recess was next. Thebell rang and everyone ran outside, bursting onto the playground like a teem oflocusts attacking crops. I saw many games going on dodgeball, soccer, throttle